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It sounds more that they have all been on the pop.

My Froggie SiL eschews snails. I can argue with her only that she serves from cold plates and reserves parsnips for feeding the horses (which has resulted this year in her being thrown from one. And serve her right!) I have, however teased her since I first met her as having been expelled from France for her cooking (grossly unfair but it does bring the colour to her cheeks).

Now, artichokes, the Jerusalem kind. They really do turn a one pot simmered gammon meal into a fartfest.

That smell is not me farting or halitosising - it is coming from that oddly stained rag that is simmering on the Starboard steaming lantern. Luckily the miasma rising from is such that we still seem to be complying with colregs (but probably not marpol).